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The real author of this light novel is Nikita Kitagawa,北川ニキタ I have no right on this if you want to praise this then this author should be praised. Then this story revolves around the main character Kiska who was exiled by villagers in a dungeon due to a false accusation.

He chuckled. “What’s with the face?” I blinked. “What?” “You’re blushing.” His voice held a teasing lit, and I could practically hear the smirk behind it. “Oh.” I raised a hand to my cheek, rubbing absently, only to feel the warmth spreading across my skin. My lips twisted into a small, guilty smile. Leo’s eyes gleamed with amusement. There was something about the way he looked at me—steady, knowing—that made me uneasy. Not because I felt uncomfortable, but because I had spent so long misunderstanding him. Why hadn’t I seen his loyalty from the start? Why had I assumed he wanted me for business, for something transactional? A pang of guilt settled in my chest. “This place is…” I started, glancing around, searching for words. He leaned back slightly, one arm draped over the chair. “Deserving of a heiress,” he finished smoothly. “I had a work break.” A warm rush of gratitude filled me, but it was quickly dampened by a lingering thought. Cassie had mentioned something earlier—something about Ophelia storming into Leo’s office. My fingers curled slightly against the tablecloth.

Magic castle; 3 chapters per day for seven days. Spacecraft; 4 chapters per day for seven days. Golden gachapon; 5 chapters per day for seven days. [You are Undead] [Hunt, Kill, devour souls, grow your undead legion] Damien has to admit, he had no talent for swords, spears, or anything that required looking heroic up close. But if there was one thing he was good at, it was shooting things from a very safe distance. Some people might call that cowardly. Damien preferred the term: survival strategy. Because in his experience, there was a very thin line between stupidity and innovation, and most people liked sprinting straight past it, luckily for his friends, he wasn't like most people. .... .... ..... It was a normal day in New York when a black tower burst from the ground and destroyed humanity, leaving Damien stranded in a post apocalypse world. For the longest time, Damien was convinced he was the last human on earth, surviving off dirt and air. Until the day he crawled into one of the nebulous gates that led him to the Tower Of Mysteries. His was no grand adventure, he died of starvation the moment he felt the tower's clutches on his soul. ….  A/N on What to expect; * Chapters rated 18+ will be labelled. *MC is definitely not a simp. *MC isn't cold and serious all the time, being a stuck up pr*ck is pretty overrated these days. *The first few chapters gives you a general image of the world, then things pick up immediately after. … A/N on Additional tags. #R18 #Harem #Comedy #Post-Apocalypse world #Romance #Urban #Fantasy #Dark #Horror #Weak to strong #Kingdombuilding #Army ... Join discord; https://discord.gg/rg3vwFy5C

"You're my weakness" Jerald said, still aiming his gun at her, she yawned. "If all I am to you is a pawn that your enemies will use against you then, do as you wish" She said as she stepped towards him. He stepped back. “Don't come closer" he said, his hands jolting. “I'll shoot." “Jerald Carter! New York's Cosa Nostra, can't even shoot me.” She mocked him, she knew he couldn't do it. She kept moving closer. “Jennifer!” He warned her. “You can't kill me, Jerald.” She pressed her chest against the gun. “You and I both know I am The Thing You Kill For.” Jennifer’s father promised that she would marry Jerald Carter. Jennifer's been dreading the arranged marriage because she has a boyfriend—but now that her family's lives depend on it, there’s no denying it anymore. There's something mystifying about Jerald Carter but nonetheless, Jennifer couldn’t help but fall for him. Everyone is not perfect of course, Jerald Carter got a big secret he’s keeping, of the dark and deadly variety. But what will happen when she finds out that she married a man who could just as easily kill her as a snap...?

I wonder what will be the last act if the dead were given a second chance. Would it be revenge, would it be am sorry, would it be "I love you" to the one's they never said them to, or would it simply be goodbye? I've always wanted to say something nice on my death bed, something rememberable. Most people like myself claim to not fear death but the fear of death is one of the things that inspire most to say something inspiring at the end, the soul wants to be preserved even in the memories of others. The fear of death is what drives the living to seek peace, and if that is possible it compels us to seek security and protection, and if safe we want to succeed and that drives us to seek wealth and with wealth comes power, and with power comes certainty and hope for something better to come, hope is that feeling that assures us death is far. We surround ourselves with these feelings simply because we all fear death, for make no mistake, death will come when it will come, the only thing within our power to do is to accept it.

Kia only wanted to save her dying brother. Instead, one reckless night dragged her into the world of Rishabh Singhania, a powerful billionaire hiding secrets dark enough to destroy entire lives. He saved her family. She hated him for it. Bound together by circumstances neither of them wanted, Kia finds herself trapped between gratitude, resentment, and a dangerous attraction she cannot escape. But behind Rishabh's wealth and influence lies a hidden war of conspiracies, secret organizations, forbidden experiments, and truths buried deep in the shadows. As love and obsession collide, both of them must decide what they are willing to sacrifice. Because some love stories heal. Some destroy everything. And theirs might do both.

Shuangwen+Invincible+Dedicated to the Son of Destiny+Acting Without Worries] Chen Wen fell into a deadly situation as soon as he crossed through, awakening his strongest physique Chaos Sequence Body with a backhand and, plus the Golden Finger Destiny Furnace. Are you the Holy Eucharist of Desolation, from the Tianming Emperor Clan? Jie Jie Jie, melt him for me! Are you a reincarnation from the First Emperor clan? Jie Jie Jie, I melted him down again! Are you the owner of the system, from the Araki family? Jie Jie Jie, come on, come on, it's all from me... No matter what power you come from, no matter what golden fingers you have, they must all become nourishment for me to become stronger. Compared to personal strength, I'm sorry, but Chen Wen is invincible. Compared to the background? That's even more embarrassing. My father's clan is the Tianming Emperor Clan, and my mother's clan is still the Tianming Emperor Clan. From this moment on, I, Chen Wen, will step by step reach the highest level!

A man's last refuge is his own mind. So what happens when a man's mind turns against him? Join Hashim Kamal on his journey to utilize his unique state of mind, or rather, unique state of minds, to conquer this world, where your mindset determines your ability.

When Glaze Lockhart was summoned to another world to save it from the Demon King , he had no intention to save the world and work as a minion for the King and plots to kill him and take control of the Everheart Kingdom , here begins his story of becoming the villain himself that the world needs to be saved from. . . Patreon : https://www.patreon.com/pratikapte . Discord : http://discord.gg/7E3UpWm . . ---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- I don't own the rights to the art in the cover , if you want me to take it down , I will take it down.

Art was her refuge. Desire was his weapon. When rising painter Lila Prescott unveils her first gallery show, she expects critics and collectors—she doesn’t expect Nico Moretti, the city’s most dangerous patron, to fix his gaze on her. Nico doesn’t just buy art; he owns it. With every glance and every word, he blurs the line between admiration and possession. He sees the storm inside her canvases—and hungers to unleash the one inside her. But Lila has one rule: arms-length, always. In a city where a single photograph can ignite scandal and whispers move faster than truth, every choice becomes a signature—and every signature a risk. Love without power is fragile. Power without love is dangerous. What happens when both collide on the same canvas?